A letter from June 11th, 2020

Dear Future Me, whatsup man. It’s you. I mean.... it’s me. Right now i’m typing this while i’m laying on my bed. I was gonna send you a video about last night, but there’s nowhere to add an attachment. Unfortunately that means you won’t be able to see the phat Joshies that me and the bois were smoking on. :( Also if you received this email, and are actually reading it, congrats. That means you survived 2020. That. ****. Sucked. And i bet June isn’t even when this 2020 **** is done and over with. Yeah.... it’s still june here in the past.... And if you didn’t receive this letter cause you died..... well..... Then i guess it doesn’t matter what i put here: 8====D lol. Also i’m not sure when i want to receive this letter... So i’m just gonna choose a random date. Also say hi to Chris and Antonio. Antonio rolled a phattie last night So hopefully y’all still chilling. And chris. Please don’t cut off your twin tower